Meet King Arthur! He is our newest member of the family. Arthur is a four month old buck. For pickup, it took us about 2 hours to get to our destination in Southern Indiana, from where we live in Central Kentucky. I didn’t remember it took that long, but it is a very beautiful drive. When we arranged the meeting we had planned on taking home a FAB torte, but the farmer brought this guy along. He was two months older than the torte, and noticeably larger. We could definitely tell he was a boy too. Being new at raising rabbits (as an adult) has been very educating. I helped my grandfather when I was little with standard rex rabbits, but as an adult it’s all new to me again. A year and a half ago we purchased a FAB, but it turned out to be a doe! Just this week we got the pedigree changed. King Arthur is a calm and sweet guy. I was a little worried about getting a boy, but the farmer convinced me this guys mother was his smartest and well behaved. I do love his white fiber. It is kind of matted up, but we will shear it soon. We will try to capture more of our journey as we go along. Until then, here’s a little verse.
Rabbit twitched his twitchety ears on a twinkling autumn day,
He could hear the North Wind whistle and he scampered off to say:
Hurry, hurry, hurry, hurry, we must all get fat and furry,
Not a moment to be lost, I can hear bold Jackie Frost.
Groundhog sniffed her sniffety nose on a snappy autumn day
She could smell the winter coming, and she waddled off to say:
Hurry, hurry, hurry, hurry, we must all get fat and furry,
Not a moment to be lost, I can smell bold Jackie Frost.
Squirrel shivered a shivery shiver on a shiv’ry autumn day
He could feel the North Wind’s fingers, and he scurried off to say:
Hurry, hurry, hurry, hurry, we must all get fat and furry,
Not a moment to be lost, I can feel bold Jackie Frost.
Black Bear blinked her blinkety eyes on a blust’ry autumn day
She could see the snow clouds gather, and she lumbered off to say:
Hurry, hurry, hurry, hurry, we must all get fat and furry,
Not a moment to be lost, I can see bold Jackie Frost.
Nurturing Spirit 